"Girl, how can you say the weather is so strange this year?" Dr. Song broke the silence with an ice lump in his hand.

"I don't know," Jian Ning sighed inwardly, could she say that this was just the beginning......

Compared with Jian Ning's calmness, Dr. Song didn't sleep well all night, lying in the cave and tossing and turning all night, the first rays of morning light lit up, three urges and four times to ask Jian Ning to get up and pack up his things, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

The morning dew in the forest is crystal clear, and the sky is blue, as if yesterday's strange rust-red clouds were just a dream of people.

Entering the village, the scattered tragic scenes are reminding people that it is not a dream, the hail ruthlessly destroyed people's hopes, rice and sorghum rice were all killed, only a small part of the corn stalks were strong, the only thing to be thankful for was several crops whose fruits grew in the ground, potatoes and sweet potatoes... survived.

Although the vines were also smashed by the waist, they can still harvest a little bit if they are raised.

Pedestrians on the road are all disgraced.

Frustrated to frustrated, everyone did not blindly curse to the sky, what to do is still done, the broken corn stalks and destroyed vines in the field were picked up and fed to the cattle and pigs, but everything that was useful was cleaned up, and a basket was carried to the barn to the village committee.

The smashed vegetables are picked up with slightly fresher leaves, and if you can eat them one meal, you can dry them and pick them up if you can't finish them.

It may be because there is some grain stored in the warehouse of Gongzhong, and a large number of edible live animals are raised in fish ponds, storage ponds, and livestock sheds, and the life is not desperate to the end.

When Jian Ning got home, she saw the third sister sitting in a pile of fruits and vegetables, and she couldn't lift her head.

"Fourth sister, you're back, come and help me. It was the first time that Jian Mingyu asked Jian Ning to help with the work, and she and Jian Zhenjun happened to be at home when it was hailing yesterday, and the two of them held wooden boards and grabbed all the fruits and vegetables in the vegetable garden.

It's also a loss to the vegetables that the fourth sister planted in the vegetable garden, most of which are tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, pumpkins, watermelons... The fruit is not difficult to harvest, especially the pumpkin and watermelon, which are picked back in a few clicks.

Tomatoes and cucumbers are not ripe, half of the tomatoes are green, and they can be covered red when they are covered, but the cucumbers are only two fingers big, Jian Mingyu looked at a pot of small cucumbers and didn't know what to do.

"Pickle the cucumber, a small one is very refreshing with millet porridge. Janine suggested.

Jian Mingyu cut the eggplant into strips and threw it into the pot: "Okay, I won't do the wilted cucumber, I'll leave it to you." ”

Jian Ning responded, looked left and right, and asked, "Where's Dad?"

"I'm going to keep my own land. Jian Mingyu said with palpitations: "Fortunately, the grain in the gorge was collected two days ago. By the way, the sugar cane in the field is okay, right?"

"Sugar cane overwhelmed without getting in the way, the same as squeezing sugar. While pickling vegetables, the two sisters sighed about the damage caused by the hailstorm to the village.

In the afternoon, Wang Anqing took the time to come and ask about bracken, and Jian Ning gave him a little bit of a breath earlier, saying that the old bracken could be ground into powder for stomach.

After getting a positive answer, Wang Anqing hurriedly came, left in a hurry, and hurriedly went back to arrange personnel to harvest the old bracken roots.

The next day, the Hutong courtyard was full of mountains of bracken roots, and in two days, the whole village, regardless of men, women, and children, poured out their nests to cut all the bracken roots at the foot of the mountain and on the slope of the hill.

Everyone was skeptical at first, they had never heard of something that they usually disliked when cut for firewood could be ground into powder and edible.

When the cleaned rhizomes are stuffed into the large grinding disc and the brownish-white juice flows out, the three outer layers around the grinding disc are full of people, and the people standing on the outer layer stand on their tiptoes and stare at the water outlet with eager expectations.

The juice from the root is similar to sweet potato juice, and the production method is similar, the juice is connected to the wooden barrel, and the town is overnight, and the water on the top is poured out, and the starch block is below.

Of course, the amount of flour squeezed out of bracken root is more than twice that of sweet potatoes, about 30 catties of flour from 100 catties of sweet potatoes, and 7 or 8 catties of flour from 100 catties of bracken.

Fern root powder is not as delicious as flour and sweet potato flour, it has its own wheat aroma, full of chewiness, and the fern root powder is white and white, and there is a faint astringency on the tip of the tongue.

But it's enough for everyone to be happy, but it doesn't matter if it's delicious or not, the key is that it can fill your stomach!

The fern roots grow all over the mountain, no need to be planted, no need to fertilize and hoe the grass, that thing likes to grow in the weeds, as soon as it grows is a large area, and the sunny place is all over the mountain, just like the white pickup.

Especially in such a difficult time, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life-saving thing.

The first batch of fern root powder was successfully made, Wang Anqing asked a few women to chop up the tender part of the sweet potato vine that they picked up, put a little salt and mix it with fern root powder to make vegetable dumplings, and steamed a few baskets on the spot to share the food for everyone.

The taste is average, the color is brownish-purple, and it is not very good-looking, but it is hundreds of times stronger than the bark of the chaff husk, and it has a certain amount of nutrition, and it is still hungry.

If there are conditions to make vermicelli, with condiments is another flavor, of course, how can anyone study vermicelli, pay attention to taste, but also with condiments, vegetables can be compared to vermicelli to be hungry.

The front foot has tasted the fern root gluttony, and a bunch of people on the back foot can't wait to carry the back basket to collect all the fish that have slipped through the net, and they will not let go of a single one.

On the slopes of the hills, there are so many fern roots that they burst, and many women from other villages who married into Shuimo Village took the time to bring letters back to their parents' homes, so that their mothers' families could quickly go up the mountain to harvest the fern roots.

Anyway, they can't pick the territory of other villages, and collecting things from villages is a taboo between villages, so why not reveal the news for the benefit of my mother's family.

Wang Anqing acquiesced to this, and the fern roots on the mountain were not picked, and they would rot in the ground in one winter.

After Shuimo Village, several nearby villages joined the craze for collecting fern roots, and finally even the townspeople sent their idle people to collect fern roots around the town.

Villages and towns around Guanling County almost all know the news that the fern root is pollinated and edible.

For this reason, for the first time, Jainning received a batch of fireflies in the real world.

A hailstorm and a plummeting temperature ushered in the coolness of mid-autumn.

People picked all the fern roots on the territory of the village, and each household received two catties of fern root powder, and the remaining tens of thousands of catties of fern root powder were put into storage, and the confidence was one more point.

Now there is not much grain in the field to take care of them, there are a few sparse bud rice stalks on an acre of land, sweet potatoes and potatoes are about to be harvested, there is no need to water and top dressing, simply leave a small number of people to take care of the field, and the rest of the people hula lala poured into the mountains to pick wild fruits.

The people who entered the mountain were divided into three parts, one went to the pine forest to pick pine cones, some people went all over the mountain to find root foods such as cassava and yam, and some people picked wild fruits.

Anyway, as long as it's something that can be entered, it's going home.

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